Chapter 1441 Angry

Seeing that all the limelight was snatched by Xiao Chen alone, Xu Qianqian curled her lips with disdain, "Some people, who have no ability, will wag their tails and beg for mercy, like a pug, it makes people disgusting to look at it!"

"That's right? It's just a bald donkey. Look, it scared him. If so many people weren't watching him, they would probably kneel down to the bald donkey!"

Li Tianming said in a vague way.

"That's right, with the face of Brother Chunyang in the Lingxiwu League, the old bald donkey dares to say a word of no word? It's necessary to be humble like you?! Right, Brother Chunyang?"

Xu Qianqian's words instantly made everyone's eyes gather on Zhao Chunyang.

Especially the old monk, his eyes were extremely cold and he had a bit of murderous aura all over his body.

He has been holding it back and forth, what's the result?

Xu Qianqian and Li Tianming slap a bald donkey, and they carried the Wu Alliance out to suppress people at any time.

Even clay Buddhas have three parts of earth.

What's more, the old monk himself is not weaker than the seventh level of the kingdom.

Compassion is true, but who can tolerate unreasonable insults from this man and a woman one after another?!

"boom!"

A golden light rose from the old monk's feet, and the nine tin staff in his hand fell heavily. With a loud bang, the entire Tianqing Temple shook three times and shook three times!

Golden lights were shining all over the sky, and the entire Tianqing Temple seemed to be in a Buddha's light array.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk showed murderous intent and clasped his hands together and said, "As long as he has a compassionate wish, he also needs to subdue demons and defend the way!"

As soon as this statement comes out, the intention to kill is settled!

The nine golden rings on the nine-tin Zen Staff in the old monk's hand suddenly flew up and down, dancing without wind, making crisp sounds of metal impact.

In the originally quiet and peaceful temple, gusts of cold wind blew on my face, like a Shura temple, making me feel chilled.

"Chun...Chunyang Brother!"

Xu Qianqian, who was domineering just now, instantly felt the feeling of being about to die!

Subconsciously grabbed Zhao Chunyang's arm.

"Brother Chunyang, save us!"

Li Tianming also felt the murderous intent, and his legs trembled and hid behind Zhao Chunyang.

Although they do not understand Buddhism, as warriors, they are still extremely sensitive to danger perception.

At this moment, the old monk who looked like a charitable man was like a golden arhat, as if he could kill everyone present with just one look.

Li Tianming was just the early realm of the Grandmaster. Facing the pressure of a master of the seventh level of the king realm, let alone with it, even a glance made him feel cold. The two battles!

Zhao Chunyang couldn't help but curse in his heart!

Originally, he wanted to restrain himself, but unfortunately, he wanted to be low-key. Xu Qianqian and Li Tianming, the two licking dogs, did not allow him to be low-key!

Zhao Chunyang had no choice but to bite his teeth, swallowed heavily, and clasped his fists at the old monk with trembling steps, saying, "That... old man... old abbot, no... I wonder, have you heard of the Lingxiwu League... deputy deputy head Lin family?"

When Zhao Chunyang said this, his heart was in his throat!

With the current distance between him and the old monk, as long as someone raises his hand, he can beat him into a paste.

The old monk's eyes flashed, and in the sky, a phantom of a golden arhat had been formed. The arhat's hands were folded together, and then a golden fist mark fell down.

The power of this punch, let alone Zhao Chunyang, Xu Qianqian and others, would be slaughtered in an instant, even Yinglu and others behind them would be affected.

Xiao Chen sighed helplessly and recited a few spells silently.

"Click!"

Just as the phantom's fist seal was about to fall, a sharp flash suddenly hit the sky, and a purple gold divine thunder fell down.

The lightning of the purple gold divine thunder instantly forced the golden fist seal away, and the golden phantom of the arhat in the sky also dissipated.

And the purple gold divine thunder also landed less than three steps away from Zhao Chunyang.

"Bang--!"

The bluestone slabs on the ground broke into sand in an instant, scattering all over the place!

Zhao Chunyang was so scared that he tightened his heart, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, and his body had already shook into a ball!

"Amitabha!"

The old monk never expected that Xiao Chen not only had a very high level, but even his magic was so exquisite!

If Xiao Chen hadn't shown mercy, the purple gold divine thunder just now could have killed the old monk with one blow!
Chapter completed!